August 1, 2002

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  CHILDREN

  
  

  Your children are not your children.

  
  

  They come through you but not from you,

  
  

  And they are with you yet they belong not to you.

  
  

  You may give them your love, but not your thoughts,

  
  

  For they have their own thoughts.

  
  

  You may house their bodies but not their souls,

  
  

  For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow

  
  

  Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

  
  

  You may strive to be like them,

  
  

  But seek not to make them like you,

  
  

  for life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. 

  
  

  You are the bows from which your children

  
  

  As living arrows are sent forth.

  
  

  Let your bending in the archer’s hand

  
  

  Be for gladness.

  
  

   

  
  

                                  Kahil Gibran

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